Flower Without Flaw
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Won't you please show me my flaws?
Beauty is not what I seek,
It's the defect that make one's weak.
I'd hate to be blinded by perfection
Such ideals I cannot thirst.
One can't gain without knowing their loss.
So mirror,
What can be worst
Than seeing only the fairest of them all?
Copyright © Qui Bee | Year Posted 2011
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